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About Osaka

Little story—heard bout this underground joint in Coruscant, all hush-hush, where they use warm stones *and* some spicy oil. Guy told me, “Best sexual-massage ever,” and I’m like, “R2-D2, where are you? I need backup!” Didn’t go—too chicken—but damn, sounds wild. Anyway, it’s all bout that blurry line, like Bob sayin, “The more you know who you are,” the less you care bout rules. Sexual-massage is that—raw, messy, fun. Try it, pal, but don’t blame me if ya short-circuit!

Scenes from this Movie

Devil Coach During Training Camp Of Beach Volleyball Is A Sexual Harassment Massage Video Was Voyeur Outflow.

Finally, I end up at the Saijo Castle ruins. It’s not much left, but the view is killer. I’m sitting there, just soaking it all in. The sun is setting, and everything is golden. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I left my sake back at the café. Priorities, right?

Hideki Saijo and me: remembering an exquisitely sensitive entertainer